Nate Pritts

POEM BEFORE SPRING

I love the winterfor the immense silence of it.I like to get buried so farinside my own headthat I stop believing I’ll ever recover.But todayon the trees in this poemI saw a barrage of greensensuous & downy& my feet were my feetagain rememberinghow to danceI remember how to fighthow to fuck like a champion.

Sometimes I believe I’m livinga virtuous life but when I look backI realize it was only accidentalnot actually making choices& just letting things happen.Sometimes I sin& my excuse isthat the moonlight got me confused.O brother I’m in freefall& some surprising thingsare happening in my heart.I know it’s difficult to start over againbut maybe it’s necessary 64 | BLto tear it down every few yearsor so. O darling,this is what I do when I can’tjust reach out & touch you.